Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door; Or has it feathers like a bird, Or billows like a shore? #emilydickinson #poetry

I felt a cleaving in my mind As if my brain had split; I tried to match it, seam by seam, But could not make them fit. The thought behind I strove to join Unto the thought before, But sequence ravelled out of reach Like balls upon a floor. #poetry #emilydickinson

If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin Unto his nest again, I shall not live in vain. #poetry #emilydickinson